Exploring a new city or returning home is one of the best bits about being a modern traveller. But I think the worst feeling is that long stretch in an airport corridor when you say goodbye to the parents who have sent you off before you walk out into an arrival hall with a different climate, into the arms of your beloved. It’s the waiting that gets you, the sudden loneliness that arrests.

Anyway, boarding call now so I guess this emo post might as well get cut short.


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